Chapter 111

The thought barely formed in Cassandra's mind before she barged in, cutting their conversation short.

"Mister Kingsley, is she applying for a job? Let her work with me. My assistant position is open."

Mister Kingsley hesitated, rubbing his temple. "Well, uhh..."

Considering Lucas was the one who sent Evelyn to him, he doubted it was appropriate to have her serve as a celebrity's assistant—a job that required catering to someone else's needs.

"Cassandra, I appreciate the offer, but I don't think that's suitable. Miss Whitmore here is—"

"How much does an assistant make?" Evelyn interrupted.

Mister Kingsley blinked, taken aback. Why would someone with her potential settle for being an assistant?

Cassandra smirked, lifting her chin. "Around four-fifty to six hundred a month. Don't worry, I won't make your life miserable."

Evelyn leaned back in her chair, unimpressed. "Pass. That's pocket change."

She saw right through Cassandra's game.

Cassandra's brows furrowed. "Too little? What's your price then?"

Evelyn stretched lazily. "Fifteen hundred."

Cassandra scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Fifteen hundred? For fetching coffee and running errands? You're delusional."

Ignoring her, Evelyn turned to Mister Kingsley. "You wanted to sign me as a celebrity, right? The pay must be decent?"

Mister Kingsley perked up, hopeful. "Absolutely! Base salary plus commissions. The sky's the limit!"

Evelyn tapped her chin, feigning interest. "Hmm, sounds tempting. Maybe I should—"

"Fine! Fifteen hundred it is!" Cassandra snapped, panic flashing in her eyes. "You can start as my assistant!"

Evelyn arched a brow. "Great. Wire me a month's advance now."

Cassandra's face darkened. "Evelyn Whitmore, don't push it."

Evelyn turned back to Mister Kingsley. "Actually, I think being a celebrity sounds—"

"Done! You'll get your damn advance!" Cassandra hissed through gritted teeth.

Evelyn grinned. "Perfect. Transfer it now."

Fuming, Cassandra forced a smile and keyed in the payment, already plotting how to make Evelyn regret this.

Mister Kingsley watched, baffled. Miss Whitmore, are you sure? Being an assistant is grueling. Wouldn’t you rather be in front of the camera?

Evelyn checked her account, satisfied. "Thanks for the offer, but I’d rather not embarrass myself on screen. Assistant work suits me just fine."

Mister Kingsley sighed. What a waste. She could’ve been a star.

Cassandra yanked Evelyn out before she could reconsider.

In the car—

Evelyn, now officially on the clock, handed Cassandra a soda. "Why so tense? Drink up."

Cassandra glared. "I’m not tense! Don’t act like you know me!"

Evelyn smirked. "Then why drag me out so fast? Afraid Mister Kingsley would sign me instead?"

Cassandra’s nails dug into her seat. "You think you’re special just because he wanted you? With that backwater charm, you’d flop in a week!"

Evelyn tilted her head. "Really? We’ll see."